In The Potter's Hand
#soulkeeping
by: Aide Rose
In The Potter's Hand
Her soul has its season
A juncture of gain
A moment of none
Yet, You still hold Your beloved one
Like the clay in the potter’s hand
Her heart has its season
A day of silence
A second of nuance
Yet, You still loved Your chosen one
Like the clay in the potter’s hand
Her life has its season
A time to reap
The Scent
#soulkeeping
by: Aide Rose
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The Scent
The scent of trust
In the meadows of scarcity
It still soothes the weary heart
Because it knows Who owns the eternity
The scent of faith
In the waves of obscurity
It comforts the temporary plight
Because It knows Who holds the soul securely
The scent of worship
In the noises of silence
It speaks the loudest into the depth
Because it knows Whose voice
Will rise triumphantly
